Questions this morning
The lid flicks open
An eye of crystallised emerald
With bright orange pupil
Pin black dot in the morning middle
Reflects a face
Is it you
Is it me
Somewhere outside is it sanctuary
Is it glowing green
Does it frame that distant memory
Of orange flames licking the jungle’s
Morning mist
So long ago now
That you could be dreams
Ah grief against the bones
To be such at a loss
These days is a bat dance
A cat creeps across the back garden wall
Blue tits shimmer inside the tree canopy
Rats scuttle into the bushes
The air rings with sirens and machinery
Ah.
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